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"Did your episode end, Danny?" Kyle asked, looking up from his calculus textbook to eye the little boy sitting on a beanbag nearby. "Yes, daddy." The boy dutifully mumbled. In truth, he was Kyle's age, though it was hard to remember that when Danny sat there in nothing but his Paw Patrol briefs. Kyle could not remember which of his friends had mentioned remembering his kid brother refusing to wear clothes for like a year, but it had been enough to seal Danny's fate. Now he only ever got dressed to leave the dorm room. There had been a couple weekends where Danny had gone from Friday afternoon to Monday morning wearing nothing but his underwear. He had become such a good little boy. "Do you want to watch another episode?" "Not really." "Well, what should we do instead?" Kyle asked, closing his textbook. That could wait. With how early Danny went to bed, he had hours yet to do his schoolwork. "Oh, I know!" He stood up a...

"Ready to go, Danny?" Tristan asked. Danny, formerly Dan, nodded as he slung his Paw Patrol backpack over his shoulders. At least his t-shirt and shorts looked like normal college student attire, even if his underwear matched his backpack. He walked over to his roommate's desk and hugged him. "Bye-bye, Daddy." He said, bottom still stinging from the swat he had received for failing to properly greet Uncle Tristan. His duties done, he took Tristan''s hand. He was not allowed to go to any class without holding the hand of his designated uncle. He still was not sure how Daddy Kyle had managed to find a willing uncle in every single one of his classes. "Excited for Chem?" Tristan asked, grinning down at the tiny freshman holding his hand. "We're getting our tests back and I know I failed." "Oh, come on. Be more optimistic. Your Daddy and I spent a lot of time helping you study, didn't we?" Danny nodded. "You even go...

Dan sighed as he came out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist. He still did not understand why exactly his roommate Kyle insisted on him using a Sesame Street towel, but at least no one ever seemed to mention it, beyond snickering behind his back. He knew that Kyle would beat up anyone who did, but that did not make him feel any better. He shuffled toward his room with another sigh, glaring at the placard that had been recently changed to state Danny, not Dan, lived there. “Was about to send a search party.” Kyle teased as Dan walked into the room. “Hi, daddy.” He said dutifully. “Laid out your jammies for you, mister morose.” Kyle said, walking over and sniffing the smaller guy’s hair. “Gotta love that smell of tears free baby shampoo.” Dan remained silent, dropping the towel and stepping into his Paw Patrol underoos. Kyle watched, loving how resigned Dan had become to his fate. It had only been a month and the tiny freshman acted like he had never been out of colorful li...

  “Hey man! I'm Kyle.” “Nice to meet you, I'm Dan. I guess we're roommates.” “Yeah, um this is a little weird, but how old are you, Dan?” “Eighteen” Dan's voice trailed off. This had happened all his life. He was short and had what his mom called a baby face. “Really? I thought you were like a high school freshman.” “Ha ha, very funny.” Dan rolled his eyes and began filling his dresser with his clothes as Kyle watched with a critical eye. “Boxers? No, that won’t do at all.” Kyle said, stepping right up next to Dan so that the smaller guy could smell his deodorant as he became fully aware of just how big his new roommate was. “I think a little boy like you needs something more like these.” He held up a package of Paw Patrol underoos. “How do you have those?” “Facebook stalking you let me prepare.” Kyle said. “Look, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. You’re going to wear these, little boy.” The steel in his voice with the last two words made a chill run ...